He was cold. So bloody cold. It was May, and he was sat in the thickest jumper he owned, legs and arms outstretched towards the radiator, which was turned up so high he would have burnt his back if he sat against it.

He'd gone to every length imaginable to keep every ounce of heat inside the room, the gaps between the floor and the doors filled up with piles of his clothes.

The door rattled and Kris realised that Adam was trying to get back into the room. The room that they'd decided to share again as soon as it was announced they were in the top two. The mansion was cold and lonely, and it made no sense to stay apart, miles away from each other's company. Secretly, although they refused to admit to each other, there was something slightly more than that, and so whilst Gokey was packing to leave the mansion, Adam was packing to move back into the room he and Kris had previously shared.

''Kris?'' Adam called as he forced the door open.

Although they were sharing a room again, they still had separate bathrooms as Adam tended to take at least an hour, tonight being a prime example. Kris had stood under the boiling water for nearly half an hour, yet still when he got out he was freezing and had piled on as many layers as possible.

''Kris?'' he called again. ''Jesus, it's boiling in here, is that radiator on?''

''Yeah,'' Kris half-heartedly mumbled.

Adam strode across the room and looked down at Kris who was leaning back against the bed.

''Why?'' he asked, fanning himself and wrenching his thin t-shirt off, and contemplating whether or not to take his tight jeans off as well.

''I'm freezing,'' Kris replied, a sheepish grin on his face.

Adam looked at him like he had two heads before shaking his own.

''I gotta open this window!'' Adam exclaimed.

''No...'' Kris mumbled.

''Look, why don't you get under the covers, you can have mine as well.''

Kris mumbled but heaved himself to his feet, catching sight of Adam's shirtless chest. Flushing a scarlet shade of red, he hurriedly turned away and towards his own bed.

''Besides, everything's warmer under the covers...'' Adam began, switching his voice to that lustful tone he had.

Kris didn't answer him, but scurried under the covers and turned to face the wall. He screwed his eyes shut, but all he could see was Adam, shirtless, chest shining slightly from the excess water he hadn't quite dried off...

Kris groaned mentally as he remembered the torture he'd gone through when they shared a room before, before realising that he had groaned out loud after all. He winced as he heard Adam's voice.

''Kris? What's wrong?''

Kris didn't answer, just screwed his eyes together tighter. Adam crossed the room to Kris' bed and gently turned him over by pulling his shoulder. Instinctively, Kris' eyes flew open and he gently gasped at the sight of Adam above him. He closed his eyes again, he couldn't look at Adam, his face, his lips...

His lips... He so badly wanted to feel them against his own, but he knew that if he did, he would never be able to pull away, and when he finally did, he'd be in Hell with nothing but a burnt mark on his fourth finger to remind him of how unfaithful he'd been to his wife.

Adam's fingers danced across his forehead.

''Kris, you're burning up. I thought you said you were freezing,'' Adam soothed.

''I was,'' Kris breathed, eyes still closed.

Adam's fingers slipped down the bridge of his nose and across his lashes as he lowered his body to sit on the bed next to Kris.

''Open your eyes, I'm worried about you,'' Adam's voice was calm and comforting.

''What's wrong?'' he tried again as Kris slowly started to flicker his eyes open.

''Fear,'' he replied, voice barely more than a whisper. ''I mean, I never thought I'd get through, never mind into the finale, and it's just so... unreal and scary.''

''Hey, no need to worry, you'll be fine...'' Adam soothed as he leaned down towards him.

Kris couldn't be sure what came first, the kiss or Adam's hand running over his scalp, fingers curling his hair, but he'd never felt anything better.

Adam's lips were soft, gently brushing against his own, sending pulses down his spine. As Adam's tongue slipped out and lazily grazed at Kris' bottom lip, Kris arched against his touch and began to sit up, dragging Adam with him. Adam pushed Kris back against the headboard, pinning him back as their tongues met, electricity flowing between them, pulsing through the rest of their bodies.

As Adam's hands crept down Kris' body, Kris hoped to God he wasn't hoping to remove Kris' layers, because there was no dignified and sexy way he could do that.

Kris groaned as Adam's hands tugged at his jumper.